She noses his cheek gently as Levi lets out his trademark tch, smiling against his skin. “So who’s really prettier?”
Levi looks at her as though she’s stupid, and refuses to dignify her with an answer. “Do you really need me to say it?”
“Yes,” she says automatically, eyes twinkling eagerly, “I want to hear it.”
starring: cuddling in bed, reader and levi both being lil shits to each other, and our dear captain coming down with a fever
a/n: just one left to upload after this! once that's done i can make a masterlist on tumblr and begin posting the first chapter of the new story. reminder that you don't have to read any other works in this series to enjoy this!
Somehow, by some miracle, Levi is actually sleepy by 11 PM. It might be her fault, but she thinks it’s more fair to blame Commander Erwin for delegating work away from his favorite soldier. The blatant favoritism from that man, honestly. Levi gets less work that day and by extension so does she, and so the two of them find themselves with extra time. And what is there to do with extra time, one might wonder. Well, what better thing to do than sneak into Levi’s quarters and not so subtly seduce him?
To his credit, Levi did resist. It took her locking the door, sashaying up to him, a few kisses here and there and everything aside from just stationing herself on his lap to get him over his concerns about professionalism. It’s fun when he gives in to anything, because then his goal is to make her regret ever asking him in the first place. It’s not like she’s propositioning him, but he certainly acts like she is.
So about five rounds later, after a good hour of harsh panting and hair tugging and embarrassing mewling, she falls back into the pillow and finds that Levi is actually tired for once. She takes it as a compliment.
She wastes no time curling around behind him, arms around his waist and face buried in his neck. Her legs curl around his until she’s spooning him good and proper, and then she presses a kiss to his cheek. She’s too exhausted to do more, but she doesn’t think that she could ever be tired of nuzzling up to him like this.
Levi’s eyes are closed, but he holds her hand gently, and she’s pretty sure he’s drifting off.
Usually it’s her drifting off at this time, but tonight, there’s something on her mind - in fact, it’s her entire reason for being so amorous today.
“Hey,” she whispers, kissing the shell of his ear. Levi shudders, but his eyes remain closed.
“Hm?”
“Have you met the new cadets?”
“Did a whole meet and greet,” he mutters, “got to know each of them personally after asking them what they wanted for their military welcome gift.”
She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm. “So no?”
“I saw ‘em. Why?”
“Lunch time.” She ran her hands along his bare chest, continuing to press soft kisses to every part of his skin that’s available. “The blonde one. Pigtails. Cute. Couldn’t keep her fucking eyes off you.”
Levi snorts derisively. “Okay.”
She wonders if he’s too sleepy to really listen to her right now. It’s so strange talking to him when he’s drowsy, but there’s an odd coziness to it as well. Not for the first time, she’s enamored by this show of vulnerability. Levi in all his glory, defenseless and naked on top of it all, with only a thin blanket and and her arms around him. It’s not a sight she’s going to tire of anytime soon.
“Do you know which one I’m talking about?” she prods further, gazing down at him,
He nods slowly, face further buried into the pillow. She almost feels bad for not letting him sleep, but it’s not like he hasn’t kept her awake too, both before and after the start of their relationship.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Do you think she’s pretty?”
Levi’s response comes ridiculously quickly. “Yeah. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen in awhile, actually.”
She gapes, and then scoffs disbelievingly. “Oh, is that so?”
“Downright gorgeous, actually,” he mumbles uncaringly.
Immediately, she pulls away from him, arms crossed with a deep scowl on her face. “Fine, then dream of her tonight, jerk.”
He doesn’t respond, and she thinks he’s fallen asleep. The fucking nerve of this man, to not only notice the young girl crushing on him but actively call her pretty, gorgeous, and not soothe her own insecurities. Sure, she’s the one in bed with him now and she’s just a little sure Levi’s in love with her, but that’s not the point right now. The point is that he’s supposed to tell her she’s the prettiest girl, not just in the Scouts, but the entire world (it’s not that big). That’s not too much to expect. At the very least, even if he doesn’t compliment her, Levi doesn’t have to sing praises for this girl who he hasn’t even properly met. Fuck him.
Well, she’s already done that, but not literally this time.
Just in case he’s not fully asleep yet, she lets out offended huffs every few seconds, and then presses her cold feet to his unusually warm ones pettily. At first, he releases no indication that he notices or cares, but after she lets out a particularly long, pitiful sigh, he turns around and is on top of her within a second.
“Are you going to keep that up all night?” He bears down on her, slamming her wrist down when she tries to push him off. Apparently he’s not as sleepy as she first thought.
“If it bothers you, go find that girl with the pigtails,” she hisses, struggling against his grip, “I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you slip in, Captain.”
His lips quirk so briefly that she nearly misses it. Her eyes narrow. He’s toying with her.
“Maybe I will.” Levi presses a soft kiss to her lips, looking obnoxiously amused when she doesn’t kiss back. “But then where will you go?”
“Over to someone who appreciates me.”
He guffaws, nudging her neck affectionately. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”
She has an urge to tangle her fingers in his hair, to stroke it until he’s asleep against her chest and to wake up exactly like this with an annoying crick in her neck in the morning, but her pride is feeling up for a fight, so she remains unmoving, only giving him a cold look.
He traces his finger against her jaw. “Smile.”
“No.”
Again he bites down a grin at her stubbornness. “Not even for me?”
“Especially not for you,” she retorts, glaring.
Something dangerously familiar clicks in his eyes. It’s an acknowledgement, an accepted dare. It’s a relayed message that if she wants to be a hardass, he’s going to match her energy. It’s asking just who she thinks she’s being petty with. It means that she has to prepare to outdo him, no matter what he’s going to do.
“If you’re not going to smile, then get off my bed.” Without any further encouragement, he flops back down, leaving her gasping and more than a little offended. He’s not even looking at her. Well, fine, if he wants her to leave, then so be it.
With a less than dignified shriek, she rolls over and tumbles out of the bed, standing up and brushing herself off as though she planned it. Levi doesn’t spare so much as a glance in her direction as she grabs her clothes one by one. She, on the other hand, doesn’t take her furious gaze off him the entire time. He has to feel at least a little guilty for her to win this, whatever this is. She yanks on her underwear and pants first, tying her hair up tightly before then scanning around for the rest. Her shirt is by the foot of the bed, but there’s still an article missing…
“Looking for this?” Levi says dryly, holding her bra in his hand.
Her dignity won’t allow her to walk up to him and take it. She hurriedly shoves her shirt on, followed by her uniform jacket. “You can keep it. It’s the only part you care about anyways.”
He snorts derisively at what they both know is a lie. The pure gall he has, to try and paint her like some loony madwoman when he’s the one acting like an ass. This is a battle, Captain Levi, and she’s not a titan, and therefore has no reason to lose to him. She’s going to win this or die trying.
One sarcastic salute that she’s not even sure he sees, and then she turns on her heel and leaves his room. It’s not so much a walk of shame as it is a walk of rage. Her fists are clenched and there are love bites on her neck and maybe this wasn’t such a good idea and what if Erwin catches her like this but oh no she is not going back in fact she’s not even going to talk to him until he apologizes but how is she supposed to resist kissing him and giving in immediately maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all -
He’s got a headache.
He’s had a constant headache since he was born, sure, but today’s is much more vicious than usual. It feels like his head could explode at any time.
Luckily, (F/N)’s good at making him forget some of his problems in the short time they allow themselves every now and then. It’s easy to forget how badly his head his hurting when she’s with him, whether she’s dropping something by accident or blabbering on about how the Survey Corp should invest in some better hair care products for their soldiers or telling one of her stupid jokes or tugging his hair as she shoves her tongue down his throat. Yeah, it’s really easy to forget then. The issue is that she’s not here anymore, and it’s like his headache has returned with a vengeance.
Levi can’t blame her fully. Things get boring inside the walls, and while boring is infinitely more preferable to the terrifying despair on the outside, one can only handle so much paperwork and niceties without going insane. Of course she’s going to stir up drama to entertain herself. And yeah, maybe he shouldn’t be telling her how pretty he finds another girl, but he can’t help himself - she’s unknowingly hilarious when she’s angry. Plus, she knows damn well that he’s committed to her and her alone (because only commitment could make him act as pathetically soft as he does around this woman). If she wants to stir up trouble, he’s going to help her mix the ingredients.
On any other night, he’d have no regrets.
But his headache just won’t go away, and he can’t sleep.
Fuck his lieutenant slash girlfriend. He was so close to falling asleep, basking in her comfort, and then she had to go ahead and listen to him when he told her to leave. This is embarrassing - he can sleep without her, easily. As easily as he usually sleeps, at any rate. But on nights like these, where he’s desperate to close his eyes because at least once he’s asleep he doesn’t have to stress, or if he’s thinking too much about how many lives were lost in their last expedition, she’s there to look at him with her pretty eyes that understand the parts of him he’s kept hidden away for so long. She’s there to press up against him and let him breathe in her scent, a fragrance that’s become somewhat synonymous with home. Not to mention she has some freaky trick - just a few minutes of running her fingers through his hair and he’s out like a light. He’s accused her of witchcraft before, but hell if he doesn’t need that magic tonight.
No, he can do this. He can go to sleep, it’s easy. People just close their eyes and it happens. Levi turns to his side, feeling strange, and shuts his eyes tightly. After two seconds of waiting, he concludes that it’s not going to work for him. Maybe deep breathing will do the trick.
He sucks in a sharp breath and then exhales, gritting his teeth when he doesn’t immediately calm down. He tries again, and then one more time, and then once again for good measure. Why isn’t it fucking working? Frustrated, he breathes in through his nose this time.
Only to find he can’t, and that somehow the attempt makes his head throb even more.
No, no, no, no, absolutely not. He just has a headache, he’s not fucking sick. He refuses to be, who in their right mind gets sick? It might be a conscious choice for most people, but he’s not one of them. He’s not sick. He’s just not. He simply isn’t.
Despite his reservations, the way he can’t breathe in without making his migraine increase tenfold and the way he’s been feeling uncomfortably hot for the past few hours tell him he very much is.
God, he just wants to sleep, is that so much to ask? Everyone’s always telling him that he should try sleeping some time before 3 AM, and the one time he finally takes their advice, his body turns on him? Fuck this shit, he’s sick of it, and he’s sick in general, and he hates everything.
The frustration is what makes him consider that maybe he does need (F/N) to sleep, at least tonight. Whatever her magical annoying presence does, it certainly never fails to make him relax. The question is whether or not he can withstand the blow to his ego if he goes to her room and asks her to come back. She’s going to have a field day with this, probably make him grovel for forgiveness and renounce every other woman in the world before she complies.
He tries to sniff again, and decides ego be damned.
Head still pounding, Levi gets up with a groan. He curses after putting on his pants, it’s way too warm for any of his clothes. He wonders if there’s a risk of him passing out on the way. If that happens, then humanity will have to learn to fend for itself, because he’ll quit the next day.
After getting dressed, he stumbles out of his room. It feels like he’s walked a mile before he reaches the office door. Damn would some people from the Underground kill to get to him in this state, make him pay for stealing their cabbages or whatever those fucking merchants never kept a close enough eye on. He’s feeling a little delirious, imagining what he’d do if he was still back there. It was a bad time whenever someone got sick in the Underground, they were never sure if it was something minor or if the person was going to be dead by the end of the day.
If he’s going to die, he’s going to die doing some self sacrificing shit for Erwin, not because his temperature’s spiking. That’s a promise.
The female barracks are so. far. away.
When he opens the door, he sees Petra first, snoozing soundly lying on her right side. It’s weird, seeing her so...relaxed and almost carefree, as opposed to the slightly stern but overall professional woman he’s come to know. Suddenly feeling like he’s intruding on her privacy, he quickly averts his eyes. Briefly he questions how (F/N) manages to keep their weekly trysts a secret from her roommate, but he’s too tired to consider what lies she’s telling.
And on the other side of the room is the woman of the hour herself, head lolled back and one leg sticking out of the blanket. Hair loose around her shoulders, arms curled around herself as though she’s the loneliest person in the world and just needs someone to cuddle her in bed. Face half buried in her pillow, looking like nothing could bother her like this. (F/N) (L/N), in all her dreamy glory.
Is she actually asleep? It’s that fucking easy for her to go to sleep after leaving his room?
Fuck her.
Except not really, because he desperately needs her to feel better right now.
And he’s just going to ignore how much it bothers him that he can’t have this beautiful nuisance of a woman close to him whenever they want. It’s part of the job description, no Scout is really allowed to be completely happy. They can get close, and (F/N) brings him dangerously near the edge of risky, foolish happiness, but seeing her like this brings a painful reminder that things can never completely be the way they’d like.
Taking a shaky breath, Levi extends his arm and shakes her shoulder.
In a flash, she’s awake, gasping and raising her fists to whoever thinks breaking into the female barracks is an appropriate thing to do. Squinting in the dark, she makes out someone fairly short. Good. All the easier for her to pound into dust for daring to wake her up at this ungodly hour.
Then her eyes adjust, and she realizes it’s her captain slash boyfriend she’s about to punch the shit out of.
“Captain Levi?” she whispers incredulously. “What are you doing here?”
He looks downright awful, hair sticking up and face morphed into a scowl. To be fair, he’s nearly always got a sour expression, but at least he usually looks composed about it. Not this time. This time he looks like he’d watch humanity burn if that was a convenient option. Something’s clearly off.
Levi opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He makes a hand motion, beckoning her forward, as though that explains everything. She throws a wary glance at Petra, still fast asleep. What could possibly be so important that he’s risking being caught in her room? A million ideas flood her head. The beasts have broken through Wall Rose. Someone’s been assassinated. He needs her to go wake up everyone and tell them the end times are here.
“I can’t sleep,” he finally mutters, looking like he’s just seen someone murder his cat.
Well, that doesn’t sound catastrophic.
“Okay.” She furrows her brows, shaking her head in confusion. “And? You never sleep.”
“I was going to before you left, you insufferable brat. I was so close.” Levi’s eyes narrow tiredly. “I need you to do that stupid magic thing you do.”
Stupid magic thing - oh.
Her eyes gleam wickedly as the night finally rushes back to her. How the tables have turned.
“You want me to come back to your room?” She smirks at his sullen expression. “Baby boo needs someone to stroke his hair and rock him to sleep?”
Okay, maybe she’s being an asshole. Maybe she shouldn’t enjoy the way his face tenses in irritation. It’s a rather nice request and it makes her feel wanted, but Levi is the one who kicked her out. He’s the one who was singing praises for some other girl. Yeah, she’d like to see that cute cadet now, with her crush standing by the foot of his subordinate’s bed pleading with her to come help him sleep. Maybe then she’ll think twice about raking her eyes over what’s not hers. Not that she knows they’re together, of course. But still.
“Are you coming or not?” he snaps, and she’s about to fire off another round, telling him that he’s the one at fault here.
Then she notes the miserable look in his eyes as he struggles to breathe in. That’s what’s off - he doesn’t just look upset, he looks as though he’s feeling weak . And Levi and weak are so miles apart from each other that it’s jarring to associate them at all.
Eyes widening, she sits up straight on her knees, pressing her lips to his forehead. Goddamn, he could give the titans a run for their money with how warm he is.
She cups his cheek, concern flooding through her like a tsunami. “Are you sick, Captain?”
Looking very much like he’d rather die than be here admitting this to her, Levi nods, exhaling deeply.
“Look, I don’t need you to take care of me. But my head is fucking throbbing, and if I don’t go to sleep soon, I’m gonna off myself.”
She’s off the bed in an instant, grabbing her jacket quietly so as to not disturb Petra. After putting it on, she takes his hand, burning like the rest of him, and squeezes gently. “Let’s go.”
He’s looking at her strangely, and somewhat appreciatively. Without any protest, he lets her tug him out, and they’re going back to his room. Thankfully, they’re the only ones awake, and no one can witness the way she’s holding on to him, asking if he’s okay every ten steps. A flare of protectiveness is roaring inside her now. Whatever bitterness she was feeling towards him before has all but vanished, leaving only concern over his well-being.
When they reach his bed, he falls face first onto it, letting out a low groan. She winces sympathetically.
“Maybe you should -”
“I’m not going to the infirmary,” comes Levi’s voice, muffled against his pillow, “you don’t have to stay the night, just put me out of my misery. Please.”
Rolling her eyes, she approaches the bed. Obviously she’ll be staying the night, he’s so dramatic. Poor guy, though. She feels bad for leaving at all, but she plans to make up for it and more. Touching his forehead again, she frowns at just how much he’s burning up.
“Just a second,” she whispers reassuringly, kissing his forehead before leaving the room despite his quiet protests.
When she returns, she comes with a small bucket of cold water and a towel. As much as she’d love to just put him to sleep, she’s pretty sure he’ll be even more miserable if they don’t break his fever tonight. Levi’s already discarded his shirt and pants again, pained sighs and groans escaping him.
She sits next to him, wetting the towel and wringing it out thoroughly. Brushing back the hair from his forehead, she presses the towel to his face, and he closes his eyes, expression blissful against the cool cloth.
“Thanks,” he mutters in that tone of his, the one that sounds like it’s casual but actually means he truly appreciates everything she’s doing. She smiles serenely.
Not able to help herself, she leans in, scrunching her nose and murmuring in a teasing tone. “So who’s prettier now, Captain? Me or Pigtails?”
“Still her,” he grunts, but immediately grabs a hold of her wrist as though he’s nervous she’ll stop what she’s doing and storm out of his room a second time.
“I’m not leaving.” She flicks his cheek gently. “Although I damn well should. Choosing a random girl over me? That’s some cold shit, Captain.”
Levi opens his eyes. “(F/N).”
“Yeah?”
“I genuinely have no idea who the fuck this girl is.”
A light blush dusts her cheeks. Of course she was never serious about being jealous, but it’s still embarrassing that he’s able to rile her up so easily over it. Only Levi could be catching an illness and still find time to infuriate her. Just to keep her entertained, obviously. She should’ve guessed that he was just fucking with her from the start.
“Of course you don’t.” She sighs exasperatedly, dabbing his forehead gently. “Why did you feel the need to make me jealous then?”
He crosses his arms, gazing at her as though it’s obvious, but he always thinks things are obvious and they very rarely are.
“Because seeing you fired up is one of the highlights of a boring day.” He takes her hands to stop her, sitting up a little before letting her continue. “And you know this is how we work. You wanted me to say something to make you mad, don’t pretend otherwise.”
It’s a strange, mean relationship they have. Constantly pushing each other's buttons until someone backs down. There’s sweet moments too, sure, especially after expeditions or any particularly rough days. In fact, just the act of them sleeping together once a week or once every two weeks is sweet in itself, like some tragic star-crossed lovers straight out of a novel. It’s not even about sex, since they don’t necessarily feel up to it all the time, sometimes it’s just the two of them talking in close proximity until they fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s heartwarming and nice and she never feels more at peace than when she gets to share these tender moments with him. But it’s just not her and Levi if they’re not constantly trying to one-up each other, push each other's buttons until someone relents. Tonight doesn’t entirely count, since Levi’s cheated and gotten sick, so no one wins this time around.
She noses his cheek gently as Levi lets out his trademark tch, smiling against his skin. “So who’s really prettier?”
Levi looks at her as though she’s stupid, and refuses to dignify her with an answer. “Do you really need me to say it?”
“Yes,” she says automatically, eyes twinkling eagerly, “I want to hear it.”
She’s never going to hear an I love you, so she needs to grasp at the words that are within her reach.
“You,” he says without so much as blinking, “easily you. A hundred times you. Without even knowing what she looks like, I know it’s you.”
Her heart leaps in joy and she rewards him with a brief kiss - brief only because he pushes her away weakly, scowling.
“Don’t. You’ll get sick too.”
“Worth it,” she mumbles, leaning in again.
“No, it’s not fucking worth it.” He places a hand on her cheek, presumably to turn her away, but instead she places a kiss against his palm. That mixed with the towel now pressed against his cheek is enough to make him sink into the pillow, closing his eyes with a sigh.
Oh, she loves him. She wonders if he knows just how much she loves him.
She loves him enough to decide that he’s cooled down plenty, judging by the lack of grimacing every few seconds. He still looks uncomfortable, but that’s to be expected. Besides, she can stay up for a bit and watch his fever, and wake a medic should the need arise. It’s time for her captain to submit to sleep, something he very rarely allows.
Setting the towel down, she brushes the hair from his forehead first, kissing it soothingly. Levi’s nose is scrunched in discomfort, she knows his head is hurting badly.
“Stop trying to breathe through your nose. You’ll make it worse.”
Levi scoffs, but it’s weak. “Didn’t know you had a medical degree, (L/N).”
“I mean it, Levi.” She slips her fingers in his locks, and his shoulder finally sag as he exhales deeply. Within seconds his breathing is stable, even, and he stops pushing himself and fighting his body. She begins to stroke his hair in earnest, letting his pleased sighs guide her. She’s no medic or masseuse, but she is his girlfriend and she knows fully well what feels good for him.
Her other hand finds his, and as she continues to run her hand through his hair, she leans down and starts placing light kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his nose, even over his eyelids. Her lips yearn to touch every part of his skin, to adore him and worship him and let him know just how enamored she is. Levi doesn’t so much as murmur a single protest, only encouraging her to keep going until she hears soft snoring and knows he’s finally asleep.
She smiles. It’ll be fun to tease him later about just how easy this was. For now, though, she stays right where she is, caressing him with all the gentleness she has left in her rough hands. She lets humanity’s best hope for freedom rest, looking so rarely vulnerable that people would think it’s incredible he allows anyone to see him like this. Something so simple as sleeping can seem like such an honor for anyone to see. How strange. Her lips quirk amusedly.
After checking his temperature once more, she sinks down next to him. Her hands are placed against his waist, her face is tucked into his chest. His body heat is more normal now, not overwhelmingly hot but warm enough to match her naturally cold person. She kisses his collarbone softly, smiling when his arms tighten around her. Her eyes droop and a yawn escapes her unexpectedly.
Sure, Levi fell asleep really easily, but it’s not like she’s any better - she’s about to join him.
He mumbles her name and she gives in, dozing off in the arms of her captain.
Heyyy I read your porco modern AU sfw and nsfw headcanons and I was thinking if you could write one for Levi pls 👉🏽👈🏽 thx!!! Love your writing btw :) <3
levi has a few different colognes, but when you told him you liked this specific one he hasn’t touched the others since
if you’ve evidently had a stressful day, he’ll come up behind you and massage your shoulders, keeping an open ear to let you vent about whatever happened
and if you don’t really feel like talking that’s okay too!! he’ll fill the silence by pressing a small kiss or two to your temples
you can tell that he’s had a bad day when he comes home seeking physical affection, he’ll walk up to you in the kitchen, not saying a word, and just pull you into his chest and of course you’ll let him stay there as long as he needs
he always keeps your home stocked with mild, herbal scented soy candles,,, he really likes the ambience they create so he lights them almost every evening
he always finds at least one small thing to do a day that makes your life just a little easier, like setting your sweatpants out for when you get home or leaving you some lunch to heat up in the fridge
levi is a creature of habit, so on days off, you two have a solid morning and night routine
whenever he has to go out of town for work, he’ll make it up to you tenfold when he gets back with the day spent together doing whatever you’d like and a classy dinner to end the evening
ive said this before and i’ll say it again,, cooking levi. this man can cook a fucking meal and he likes to cook for you
but let me expand on this, you’ll come home after work to be greeted with warm scents flowing throughout the apartment, when you follow the aroma you find levi in a black apron, holding a wooden spoon up to you for a taste
he also has an assortment of expensive kitchen gadgets, he’ll only buy the best vitamix or the best pasta maker
speaking of pasta, if you bring home a box of dried noodles he just might kill you
english isn’t his first language but he speaks it very very well
there are some moments that his french accent slips just a bit, only on certain words
he also curses exclusively in french
he has a tattoo on his chest, its a small line of french text in an elegant cursive font
you’d have never guessed it was his mothers handwriting until he told you
he spends waaaaay too much time comparing the sheet colors to the swatch of the bedroom wall in the middle of the aisle at bed bath and beyond
has a cat room full of cat toys and cat sitting spots for his one cat
hums to himself when he’s cleaning/cooking
you have some pretty nice photos taken of you, but his favorite is the one he snapped of you on accident with his iPhone 9, you’re holding a sprig of flowers out for him to smell, the most genuine smile on your face
he keeps that one framed on his desk
he sleeps on whatever side of the bed that the door is on, sumn about protecting you idk
also he’s a plant dad and a good one at that ok moving on
nsfw modern levi headcanons:
you know how at the beginning of a relationship, both parties are super horny and going at it all the time? well this wasn’t like that
even in a modern setting, levi isn’t the type of guy to sleep around. he thinks of sex as a very intimate act that he isn’t willing to just share with any and everybody
it does take some time and a lot more trust to get him to start opening up to letting you see him in such a vulnerable state
but before he comes around, he will 100% provide for you before he’s comfortable enough with letting you touch him
at the beginning of the relationship (don’t ask me how many dates in, he doesn’t care about a number. only when the time feels right to him) he’ll start to initiate things
one night after a date, he’ll invite you upstairs and into his apartment for the first time
one thing leads to another and the next thing you know he’s dressed all dapper in his grey button up and black slacks with matching jacket as he backs you through his bedroom door, your lips locked and his heel kicking it shut
he sets you down on the bed real gentle before slipping off his light coat and hanging it up in the closet behind him
this time when he takes your lips in his, it’s softer but nonetheless passionate as his hands wander to the hem at the bottom of your blouse
100% asks you for permission before taking it off
you’ll get down to your bare skin while levi is still dressed to the nines, not a hair out of place
body! fucking! worship! He’ll trail kisses across your neck and collar, firm hands gliding over every curve and divot, talking about how pretty you look for him
and you’re just laying there super confused (and really turned on) because most after date hookups are quick and dirty and he’s being super meticulous and really nice????
but then this mf sits back on his heels, still straddling you, heavy breath flooding through his slightly parted lips as he works off his belt
next thing you know your hands are fastened above your head, knees resting on levi’s shoulders, hot breath tickling your lower abdomen
he’ll start with his middle and index finger, slowly pumping in and out of you while he grazes your clit in delicate kisses
you’re squirming in his hands, soft whines indicate to him that you’re desperately itching for more. what would be the fun in just giving it to you though? he’ll tell you to relax, mumbled words sending light vibrations into your sensitive nerves as he continues to drive you up the wall
he won’t play this game forever, he’ll draw the line once you’re practically dripping down his hand. without warning, he laps up your slick with a single swipe of his tongue before settling at your clit, tip of the muscle swirling around your bud
his fingers pick up the pace, the slight bend allowing for him to reach your spongy core, each drive of his hand causes you to buck your hips as small shockwaves ripples from your center to your fingertips. you barely notice the belt tightening around your wrists in the midst of your defiance against it. your thighs involuntarily wrap around his skull, a gesture which only gets him more riled up
It isn’t long until your skin is covered in pin pricks; white, hot pleasure washing over your face as your back arches off the bed, but levi doesn’t relent one bit, teeth and tongue still at work as he guides you through your high
You’re on another planet, so far gone that you don’t even realize he’s already cleaned you up and untied your wrists. He’ll offer a shower and some clothes to sleep in if you want
And he’ll end the night with two cups of hot tea, watching whatever show you put on his netflix
hi friends! there are a lot of talented writers on aottumblr, but here are a few of my all time favorite pieces that I remembered to take note of
first off, claire’s ( @starrynightlys ) absolute masterpiece, morning dew. she took every single one of my hopes and dreams into this blurb and I can’t. stop. thinking about it. I already have a massive soft spot for soft levi smut but this. its perfect. it’s just - read it. nsfw!
then there’s the first fic I read by the lovely sorcha ( @deludedimagines ), a rare day off. it’s one of the cutest fluffy levi fics and it’s a cherry on top that she writes him so well.
i’m already sweating thinking about this one.. prove it by ree ( @piecksz ) is one of my favorite jean fics. I happened to stumble upon it after I read dirty money (also phenomenal) and I think angsty, rough jean is my new cup of tea. AND THE READER TOO! SASS QUEEN. I wish I was her. nsfw! modern!au
ah yes, the reason why I followed ren ( @offbrandhange ) in the first place, her wedding day headcanon involving a few of the aot boys is soooo adorable and I literally laughed out loud at these fools antics. definitely read it. nsfw!
as the world caves in by tanny ( @writertitan ) so! damn! good! its a canonverse fic from levi’s point of view involving a reader who works in a lil tavern and its so piney and adorable and soft and just good.
tanny is such a good writer, I could talk about it all day, but I think i’ll just let you read heat for yourself. as I have. many times. nsfw!
aaaaaa this is a good one! see you again by jas ( @jarmeen ) is sooo adorable, I smiled the whole way through. jean is written so well and i definitely didn’t expect the ending. nsfw!
iced tea by mie ( @miekasa ) lives in my head rent. fucking. free. I giggled to myself like a schoolgirl. its so cute and I sometimes read it just for some self indulgence/motivation to get my school work done. college! levi! supremacy!
THIS. bad days by lexa ( @mollyjeepers ) has it all. I loved the self indulgence. I needed the self indulgence. a chef’s kiss to a bad day and im keeping it bookmarked thank you very much. modern!au
do I have to explain this one? its mie ( @miekasa ) and its the levi alphabet. you know its fire.
AAAA BIMBO GIRLFRIEND SUPREMACY. I LOVE IT. bria ( @rekiri ) really blessed us with this one.
You and Armin love each other--you just need to confess before you board that plane.
CW: Angst to Fluff, vivid descriptions of anxiety, soppy cliches, emotional bastards, two idiots in love
Reader Gender: Neutral !
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1k
a/n - If you’re reading this, I love you! :> Keep pushing through this week! You got this!!!
There was so much he wanted to say, wanted to yell. He never did, though, he never could. His mind rushed, danced, spun in circles and circles, but he couldn’t speak; it was too fast paced for him to keep up with. His heart beat so fast, he could feel the blood that pumped and traveled through his vessels; and yet, with every damned thump that made him swear his body was fully-functional and operational, his breath hitched. His lungs hurt, they stung, with each fall and collapse. Why did his heart work so well, pound so much, if it wasn’t delivering the damn blood to his lungs? Why didn’t they work?
So he watched, he stared, as your form slowly got farther and farther away from him. You weren’t supposed to do that. He wanted you, he needed you, you were leaving him. Why would you do that?
Of course he knew why you’d do that. He knew you had to leave. He knew he couldn’t keep you here, you’d wilt; you needed to bloom, to grow. He wanted the best for you; the only problem was that the best for you wasn’t in his arms. Why wasn’t it in his arms?
Again, he knew why. He knew the answer to all his questions, and yet he asked himself them, over and over; it was a never-ending cycle, one he couldn’t escape. Why was his brain torturing him?
He did it all to himself. It wasn’t his brain, his heart, nor his lungs fault; it was him. He was torturing himself, and he couldn’t see it. Why, oh why, couldn’t Armin see it?
You were one call away.
One sprint away.
One touch away.
You would abandon everything for him, you’d burn that suitcase, you’d burn that plane ticket. There was nothing more that you wanted than to run off and get hitched, to live a fanatical, out-of-bounds teenage-dream with the love of your life. To have a stupidly large white picket-fence suburban house outside the city. To be able to wake up each morning, snuggled right into Armin’s side, the dawn just breaking in through your windows’ blinds. To hear the birds chirp each morning as he made you breakfast in a stupidly cute apron. To flatten, to pat his hair down, with the softest, most loving touch. You would do it, all for him. You were so, so, stupidly, insanely, unbelievably in love with Armin Arlert.
Oh, but why didn’t Armin want you? Did he think of you at night? Did he pretend he could feel your warmth as he cuddled into your imaginary body? Did he remember every spark, every butterfly that danced throughout his being, everytime he hugged you? You were stuck in the same cycle as Arlert; two idiots, dancing around each other, too scared to profess their undying, burning love.
This is the way it would end; you would leave, and he would watch. It was just like him. He never had the confidence, the balls to make that push. You never had the vulnerability, the defencelessness to make that push. Was rejection this painful? More so than never getting your answer?
No.
It wasn’t.
Never in Armin Arlert’s life, did he run faster; Never in his life, did he scream louder. He sprinted to you like a maniac, and for once in his entire, ever-loving life, did he not care what others thought of him; He just wanted you.
Never in your life, did you stop quicker; Never in your life, did you prepare to drop anything and everything at a moment’s second. You didn’t care. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be next to him. To be with him.
Armin’s arms wrapped around your stomach, his head pressing into your neck. His blonde hair tickled slightly, but you were so overwhelmed, so damn overwhelmed, you didn’t mind. His throbbing heart pressed against your back, the tears that flowed down his cheeks were the only things that mattered now.
“Please,” he begged, “Please, don’t go.”
His voice was so relieving, so calming, despite the panic in his voice. It felt like a weight was released from your body, you felt free. You were so happy, so light-headed.
You waited for these words. You needed these words. You wanted to say them yourself, but your head was so screwed silly, that all that escaped your lips was an over-emotional, muffled whine.
Now both of you were breaking down in tears, somehow on the floor of an airport, passionately hugging one another, like you’d never see each other again. Both of your grasps were so tight, so unyielding, but so, so warm. You loved how it felt, you loved him; and he felt the same.
“I love you,” you whispered through sobs and laughs, unsure exactly what you were feeling, there was so much. So many emotions that rushed through your head, your heart.
“You do?” He questioned, looking up for reassurance. His blue eyes were so pretty, his long eyelashes soaked with tears. His cheeks were reddened, and his lips were turned into a pout; all for you, all because he wanted you; only you.
“Yeah,” you laughed while wiping a tear away. “I’ve loved you for so long. For so, freakin’ long, Arlert.”
He smiled at you, making a tiny sniffle as his eyes shut, readjusting his stuffy, blocked-up face, gaining his composure. When he finally did, his eyes opened again, and he looked at you with pure happiness, pure relief; his innocent, kind smile returned. “I love you, too,”
You hugged him again. “More than the ocean?”
He let out a cute, soft, boyish laugh. “More than the ocean.” he paused. “Always.”
So there you were, in the middle of the airport, on the floor...professing your love. It was so cute, yet, so incredibly stupid. Never were there two bigger idiots, two sappy romantics...you’d truly put Romeo and Juliet to shame. If there were any such thing as soulmates, you and Armin Arlert would be it.
Thanks for the tag, @tuliharja !!! It’s an honor to get to know you!!!!
💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕
So five things about me:
1. I have a small “notebook and pen” collection.
2. I have a tendency to be hyperactive and continually ramble.
3. I am lactose intolerant but I love ice cream. 😍
4. I am trying to learn how to play the kalimba these past few days.
5. I am so talkative in the internet yet I can carry a conversation for more than five minutes in real life.
Tagging: @queenoftheknight @therealcozyy @elektrosonix @michiyonakamura @callmeasyouwantidk @heyheysey @anxietyplusultra @mer92 @howcanisey @tatsumakougaofpsss @nagare-and-itsuki-are-my-life10 @chaos-night @anyone who wants to share!!!!!!!
1. I like to collect things during walks (seashells, rocks, flowers..)
2. I found a sand dollar on the beach once
3. I’m outwardly calm & collected but I’m constantly struggling & running like a headless chicken on the inside.
4. I ramble a lot. It gets out of control when I’m happy.
5. I’ve always dreamed of owning a tea shop/bakery/florist all in one. Has an art gallery and a space for pottery and to paint for guests. All of my cups would be handmade by me.. Garden in the back where I could also dry flowers and herbs for my tea.
tagging: @angelbeaniebby @cleardamage @erenpapi @etherealserenity @karikarasuno @lovefromslvtt @marleyterians @sondersnk @sweet-todou @valxeren (no pressure, dropping by to say hi and ily)
1) I love video games, I’ve been playing since I can remember
2) I love wearing rings, the ones I have are in rose gold
3) I used to be in a theatre program before I moved! I never really acted, but the people in my class wanted to put me as the main actress but I wasn’t there because of familial reasons
4) I used to want to be a marine biologist, I love sea animals
1. i’ve managed to keep attack on titan my special interest for over +5 years and was introduced to it at a young age
2. most of my writing are based off of dreams/nightmares i have
3. i used to get hurt very seriously (ie, becoming so dehydrated and getting the stomach virus at the same time and going to the hospital) as a kid and i’m very clumsy now, however, i’ve yet to broken a bone
4. during my freshman year of high school, i was tackled by one of the football team’s star quarterback (it was so intense i got whiplash and thought i died, and also had a huge bruise under my chin)
5. i used to work out at a crossfit when i was entering my preteen years, my dad even entered me in a competition that i did well in.
1. I have those…supposedly rare, green eyes where there’s a blue ring on the outside, and gold-ish flecks on the inside. Everyone mistakes them for blue at first, and later asks to see when I say they’re not, heh
2. Me and my younger brother have a freckle in the same spot, around our collarbone area
3. When I get anxious, I ramble and make an absolute fool of myself…I get pretty loud
4. It does not matter how old I get, if you put Evacuate the Dancefloor by Cascada on I WILL throw it back. The same goes for Calling All the Monsters by China Anne McClain.
5. I like FPS games, but I never play them because I don’t have anyone to play them with…and I’m too scared to unmute myself or play alone, LOL
summary: jealousys a bitch but erens determined to use it for his own pleasure.
word count: 4.7k
warning: dark content, semi-public sex, fingering, dom!eren, a bit of dom!reader, breeding kink, degrading kink, creampie. MINORS DNI
all eren jaeger could think about is sex.
how he would take you, the marks he’d leave on you, how he’d want you to be nothing but a whiny mess underneath as he fucks you.
You'd think that after three kids his sex drive would pass but honestly he still seems to amaze you.
you sighed, looking into the passenger's seat mirror as you dabbed some primer onto your hickies. they were pretty vibrant especially since eren had given them to you last night, whining that he just wanted you so bad.
Eren bit his lower lip, trying to conceal his laughter at how you struggled to apply the primer properly. He had one hand on the wheel and another over his mouth, trying to not laugh but it just made it worse.
he reassured you that you shouldn't cover it up, wanting everyone to see his 'beautiful masterpiece'. you just rolled your eyes, that being another reason to cover it.
of course you didn't mind, I mean the sex is fucking great. but you had too much to worry about like your kids, your job, your health and sex just isn't a priority for the moment.
so thats why you both decided to drive to the shore for the weekend with your friends. sasha practically begged you to come, saying that she missed you eagerly and so did the others. so you did, realizing this was the perfect opportunity to have some distance from your kids and relax a bit.
you take the sunblock out of your bag, standing up from your chair as you asked Eren to put some on your back.
Eren took the sunblock and started rubbing it on your back, the cool cream making you shiver a bit. you seem to lose your senses, throwing your head back against his shoulder, enjoying the mix of the hot sun and the cool essence on your skin. so relaxing and simple.
Eren then removed his hands from your back, taking them everywhere else. first your shoulders, then your neck, and onto your thighs. he then went to your stomach and started sliding down as they rested right above the swimsuit line. He just held you like that, his head resting on your shoulder as his breath was the only thing you could focus on.
"you look so pretty in your little bathing suit" he whispered, a bit of a teasing tone in his voice. you hummed as a response, smiling a bit as he kissed your shoulder.
his hands started to go lower and lower until he was mere inches from your cunt. you closed your eyes, taking in a breath as you bit your bottom lip. you knew what he wanted and what he was doing and honestly you were so lost in this feeling that you couldn't think properly. he continued, his hand sliding down your bottoms as they rested above your cunt.
"hm, you seem a bit hot baby or am I just doing you that good?" he taunted you, feeling a smirk spread on his face. you groaned, his words more deeper than you thought.
Eren was right, he was doing you so good, even though he wasn't doing anything at all. even if you were exhausted from everything spiraling in your life, you still wanted him. even though you both were at a public beach with hundreds of people, you probably would of let him have his way with you right there and then.
You sigh, then taking his hand as you removed it from your figure. you turn and cross your arms, shaking your head at his actions. he smiled innocently, then wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest.
"c'mon honey, i'm just teasing you" he says as he kisses your forehead. "you used to cum so fast back then when I would tease you."
you push yourself out of his embrace, punching him in the chest as he starts to laugh. you roll your eyes, his joking demeanor starting to give you a headache, just going to sit in your beach chair and ignoring him.
eren then pleaded you to go into the ocean with him and the others. you just shook your head, enjoying the hot sun as you sat back. he understands, then taking off his shirt as he stayed in nothing but his swim-shorts.
you couldn't help but stare, his figure leaving you speechless. the once skinny teenager has changed a lot over the years. Eren still had his muscular build, a bit more meat on his sides. sweat dripped down his toned body, glistening in the sunlight. His sun-kissed tan made his physical features stand out more as he stood in front of you. your eyes narrowed a bit as his v-line was visible, licking your lips as you stared a bit too long. he flexed a bit of the muscles on his arms, as he ruffled his hair, annoyed from the heat.
“you see something you like, sweetheart?” he teases, finally breaking you out of your trance
you click your tongue against your teeth, a slight scoff coming out as you leaned back and continued reading your magazine. eren took that as his sign to leave, bending down to kiss your cheek as he starts walking down to the ocean with the others.
once he was gone, you just looked at him from a distance. he was still breathtaking. He wasn't the young, babyface teenager you knew anymore. It was like time had passed too fast and everything was moving too quickly. you weren’t complaining, you loved him no matter what. you smiled softly to yourself as you watched him laugh with the others, his sweet aura making your heart melt.
you then were brought to reality, watching the scene unfold in front of you. there stood a couple girls, around the age of college students. they walked up to eren and the other men in your group, all smiling at them and friendly. maybe a little too friendly.
you couldnt help but feel a sharp pain in your chest, your bright atmosphere turning cold. you leaned forward trying to get a better view of what was happening. the girls started to giggle, moving closer to eren. eren of course didn't think to much of it, smiling back as they continued to talk.
you weren't much of a green eyed monster but damn were you just livid. it wasn't like he couldn’t talk to other women its just you couldn't help but feel a bit insecure.
you cringed, shaking your head as you leaned back in your chair and tried to distract yourself with the magazine. it didn't really help at all. your mind was racing with thoughts, all about you. you've changed alot since giving birth, not only physically but mentally.
you felt guilty, realizing that its probably your fault. all you cared about were your kids and trying to spend as much time with them as possible. it led to you neglecting eren a bit for the last couple years, not remembering the last time you both embraced before the night before.
you gripped the sides of your magazines, groaning as you laid back, covering your face with it as you tried to shake these thoughts out. you realized this was gonna be a long weekend.
you spent most of the weekend ignoring eren. when you guys would go out, you tried to distract yourself by talking to sasha and mikasa. even sitting next to armin during dinner and trying to engulf yourself in his conversations. it was stupid and so teenage-like but thats what jealousy does to you.
you sighed, sitting back inside the hot tub in the house that you all rented. eren and the others had left to go see some show on the beach. you lied saying you felt sick, eren giving you a confused expression as he watched you rub your stomach in pain.
you cringe again, realizing how pathetic that was. he obviously saw through your little skit, but didn't think much of it, or at least you hoped. you just leaned back, letting the warm water relax you as you try to keep your thoughts at bay.
“There you are, i've been looking all over for you!”
you bring your head up, eren's figure leaning against the hot tub. you raise a brow wondering what he was doing here as he left at least half an hour ago. you sigh, then leaning your head back as you stared up at the sky.
you really didnt want to be alone with eren as fucked up as it sounds. this whole weekend was for the two of you to get away and have some fun together. but your emotions were getting the best of you, a heat of anger and jealousy eating your heart out.
“What is it?” you asked, a tone of annoyance in your voice. you knew it wasn't his fault but you didn't care, hoping he would just go away.
"nothing, just wanted to join you" he responds, then taking off his shirt. you tried to keep your eyes up, the temptation to see eren strip starting to get to you. you felt the water move a bit as eren entered and started moving towards you.
Eren gets a bit close, then towering over you. he bends down a bit where hes mere inches away from your face. he wraps his arms around your body, bringing his head to your chest. you still looked up, your arms to your sides.he starts kissing your collarbones, then up to your shoulders, and finally your neck. you felt your body heat a bit, this sensation all being too much.
"i'm sorry I was teasing you to much the other day" he whispers in your neck, then resting there for a second. you started to breathe slow, not knowing what to say. you just hum as a response, leaning back again. it was silent for a second or maybe too long as you both just laid there.
“what the hell is your problem?” he snapped, his once warm presence now turning cold. He gripped your shoulders as he stared down at you, a face filled with confusion.
"what?" you respond, ignoring his eyes as you tried to look the other way, knowing if you looked at him he probably would know whats wrong.
"don't play cute y/n, you've been ignoring me all weekend." he scoffs, letting go of his grasp on you as he stood there with crossed arms. it was like he was questioning you, trying to guilt you with only his expressions. eren wasn't an idiot, in fact he was too smart for his own good. you gulped, realizing you were trapped.
"God it's nothing. why do you make a big deal out of everything?" you respond, standing up so there was a power between you too. the cool air hit you, causing you to shiver a bit. you held it in, not wanting eren's anger to get the best of you.
"so I can’t care for my wife's feelings now?" he spats a bit harshly.
"its not that" you started, "can we just drop this?"
you tried to turn, then feeling eren's grasp on your wrist. he turned you so you were facing him, his grip tighter on you. you winced, asking him to let you go. his grip just became tighter, gritting his teeth a bit as he just stares down at him.
"eren stop it!" you cry, then pulling your arm back as he shakes his head, not knowing what got over him. he just stares at you and then your wrist and gasps, finally realizing what he's done. you rub your wrist, wincing a bit as it ache.
"y/n i'm sorry" he started, then coming forward to you again. "seeing you act this way makes me worried and I shouldn't have pressured you, i'm sorry."
you sat back against the tub, looking down as you didn't know how to respond. that feeling of guilt creeped back in you, realizing that you couldn't escape this feeling. no matter what you did or how you felt, it controlled you like it always has. has you wrapped around in its little web, just waiting to devour you and tear everything apart.
"no i'm sorry." you sigh, realizing you couldn't run from it anymore. "I was just jealous of how those girls were flirting with you at the beach a couple days ago. I guess it just overwhelmed me.
silence, pure crisp silence overtook the air. the bubbles in the tub and the wind was the only evident sound. you sighed, a free feeling of not having to hold you feeling on your shoulder.
“fuck, is this what it's about!" Eren groans, then scoffing as he rolled his eyes at you. you felt everything break apart, anger starting to boil in your stomach.
“Jesus y/n, you’re always the jealous type” he continued, crossing his arms as he looked at you with annoyance. you had enough, standing up and walking towards him. you looked at him, a glare set on your face. if looks could kill, eren would have already been dead.
"and you're still a stupid idiot who only thinks with their dick" you spat back, hands balled into fists. "god this is so pointless!"
you move around him, trying to get out of the tub. so pointless, so ignorant. eren cared about nothing but himself and his own pleasures, and you've had enough of it.
you felt his grasp on you again, stopping you in your tracks. you just stayed like that, wondering what he was going to do next. he pulls you back, where your body was against his. he let go of his grasp on your wrist, wrapping his arm around your waist. you felt his breathe on your neck, causing you to shiver a bit.
“were you always that hot when you're jealous?” he whispers, pulling you closer. you felt his erection start to grow against your ass, and poke you gently. you felt heated, pulling his arm away from your body and turning to him.
“why cant you take anything serious eren” you burst, just staring up on him. he looks at you dumbfounded, shocked at your recent outburst. you roll your eyes then turning your back to him.
"y/n say it again"
you felt his presence behind you, then turning so you bumped into his chest. he put his arm behind you, pulling you in closer in his chest.
"what?" you ask, your head running around with thoughts, wondering what he would say next.
"degrade me baby, I wanna hear how angry you are at me" his voice shakes a bit, shivering as he held you closer. In his grasp you gasped, feeling a bit of his erect cock by your stomach. he was actually turned on?
“c'mon y/n you know you like it.”
you did, you really did. you didn't want to admit it. eren would turn cocky if you whimpered that you wanted more. but you did, you wanted him.
“Eren-"
“If you don’t like then why are you still here?” he prompted, then he took one of his hands, bringing them down to the end of your bathing suit, bringing it to the side so your bare cunt was visible. you gasp, feeling some of his fingers by the entrance of your cunt, biting down on your lip a bit as it made you lose you train of thoughts.
‘damn you’re so wet, like it when i make you angry, huh?”
you gasp again, whimpering in his chest. his fingertips were by your entrance, gently moving it around. he then started slow, bringing his finger in. your walls clench around his finger, as he continued. he then found your sweet spot, starting to rub on it.
you moan against his chest, gripping his shoulder. you felt his smug smile a bit against his chest. he continues, taking his other hand down from your waist and to your ass. he squeezes it a bit, another small moan escaping your lips.
“Its miserable seeing you like this, so how about you open those legs for me?"
you nodded, whining again as he continued with your sweet spot. he then removed his finger, a bit wet from being inside you. he brings it to his lips, taking a slight lick. he moans, then brings it to your lips. you open your mouth and taking in a bit of your taste.he swirls his finger inside your mouth, sliding it down your tongue then taking it out. he smirks and then removes his finger, picking you up and placing you to the end of the tub.
"just let me care for you, okay." he whispers into your ear, his once dominating behavior now turned soft. you nod your head as he smiles down at you, then moving his head down to kiss you. as he does his hands roam to your back, connecting to the straps of your top. he tries getting it off you, impatient as your focus was only on his lips.
he stops. "fuck, y/n, take it off, now!" his voice was impatient, just wanting you to be bare on the spot. you felt yourself turning hot as your hands were off him, and trying to take off your top.
the cool air hit your tits, making your nipples harden. Eren licked his lips, sucking in a breath as the sight made his cock twitch. you look away shyly, his expression starting to have effect on you. he cups one of your tits in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your bare nipple. you squirm, gripping his shoulder as his movements made you squirm some more. Eren smirked, pressing his thumb against your nipple as you whined that it hurts.
he lets go, then stepping back as his hands went to his shorts. he smirks up at you again, keeping his eye contact on you. you gulp, realizing what he was doing. he started sliding his shorts down, his bare cock slowly becoming visible. it slapped against him, then falling out. he lifted his legs as he took his shorts off, then throwing them to the side.
your mouth started to water, then feeling your pussy tingle. you start to imagine what he would do to you and how good he would make you feel. even though you've slept with eren like a million times, you never get tired of how good he does you.
He was suddenly in front of you again, his right hand grasping your face. his hand covered most of your mouth, squishing it together as you felt his fingers tighten around your jaw. he brings your face up with force, so you were looking at him and only him.
"eyes up here, sweetheart." he tilts his head, a cocky demeanor on his face as he cocked a brow. he clicks his tongue, looking down at you with a strong gaze, realizing he has you in his full control. "you know I love you, right?"
you gulp again, just staring up at him. his expression, his grasp, his naked figure. it was just too much. you couldn't reply, too stunned by his antics.
“Do I have to prove it to you?”
eren brings his other hand down, sliding your swim shorts down. he looks up at you, as if asking if he could continue. You move back, taking your shorts off immediately and throwing them outside the tub. He licks his lips again, staring down your pussy. He takes one of his fingers in, tilting his head a bit.
you whine again, gripping the sides of his arms. Eren smirks, not caring how whiny you sounded. He went in and out without a care. you were a whimpering mess, your nails starting to dig deep in his arms. your cunt was tightening around his finger, causing him to groan. he entered another finger, then a third. he eventually moved his fingers against your sweet spot.
"ah fuck-eren"
your words sent him over the edge, seeing his erection start to grow. you weren't gonna last and he didn't want you finish before he could really have his way with you. he sighed, then moving his fingers out of your cunt as you whine again.
"alright, thats enough, how about we have some real fun."
you smile groggily at him, panting as he starts to move back again. he takes his cock in one of his hands, gripping your shoulder with the other. he pounds it for a few moments, his grasp on your shoulder tightening. you bit your lip, loving how eren's face started to crumble, his dominating presence turning whiny as he moans.
he moves up again, setting himself at your entrance. he looks down at you, an expression that is asking for your permission. you take his arm and bring him closer, taking your other hand putting it behind his neck, rubbing small circles on his hair.
fuck he loves it when you do that. you do it whenever he's stressed from something or even when he needs reassurance, always calming him down. you always know how to make him feel better.
"say it, I wanna hear how you hate me, how bad i've been, god y/n"
you remembered his words from earlier. 'degrade me baby'. It was crazy, you knew eren most of your life and he never once showed this side of him. you didn't understand how you could do that, say something awful to the person you loved.
you didn't hate it though, his words making you feel something you never felt before. control. power.dominance. it was all in your hands, one word and eren would bend in your control, never once making you feel smaller and you just knew it.
“fuck, you’re pathetic, always wanting to fuck me so you can run away from your problems”
he whimpered, starting to crumble from your words. he then slowly entered himself in you, causing you to lose you train of thought again. his grasp on your hips was tightening, sure that it would leave a bruise on there as he was starting to move his hips against yours. you panted, starting to lose your control on him. no, not this time. you were in control and you were going to make sure he remembered it.
“i hate how you cum so fast eren, its like you don’t even try with me anymore”
he whimpered again, a small cry leaving his lips. he pushed himself forward so his head was against your shoulder, biting down on it. you cried out his name, the pain vibrating in that one spot. it stung so much you were lost in your thoughts, not knowing what to say next.
"fuck-i'm not gonna last!" he panted, his movements speeding up. you were lost for words, his cock taking you so well.
“God eren you can’t just spill it in here!”
he was gritting his teeth, closing his eyes a bit as he panted softly. he didnt respond for a few moments, just continuing to thrust in you.
“Then i’ll just have to come inside you"
Eren smirked, your panted expression dancing in his eyes. you control your expression, looking at him confused. he quickly brought himself out of you, his actions too fast that you couldn’t react. He gripped your hips again and started picking you up and bringing you down into the water. your feet met the ground then a second later being turned and pushed against the end of the tub.
Eren laid you forward, so your head was sprawled at the end of the tub and your body hanged inside. he gripped your hips again, bringing your ass against him and feeling his hardened cock against you. He then positioned himself in front of your throbbing cunt, thrusting himself inside you as a scream left your mouth.
His hands found their way to your throat and then to your jaw, cuffing it for a second. his fingers then met your lips next, pinching them in between his fingers as he tried to silence one of your moans. he then went back down to your throat, squeezing it a bit. you ironically moaned again, then feeling him bring your head back. your head leaned against his chest, his breath fanning your face. he leaned down, kissing you and smiling a bit into the kiss. you smile softly, then moaning again as he thrusted back in.
“Your pussys gonna look so good filled with me, i'm gonna fill you up so good baby"
you nodded silently, not being able to respond back. Eren let go of your throat then pushing you back down so your face was against the surface. your head was pushed back and forth with each thrust, causing tears to form in your eyes.
you looked back at him, his face mixed with pleasure, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he groaned a 'fuck' or 'baby' in between your name. you smiled, letting him continue as you looked forward, gripping the end of the tub as he continued with his thrusts.
"ah fuck-I really want another kid."
"what?' you breathed stunned, his words bringing your head back as he hit another sweet spot, making you wail a bit as tears started to fall down your cheeks.
"I said," stopping for a moment as he brought his head down and kissed your lips. he licked your bottom lip then biting it as he brought himself back up. "i'm gonna fuck another kid in you, hows that sound?"
you nodded your head, then gripping his hand by your side as you smiled shyly back at him.
"I need your words"
all that could fall out was yes, then again and again as your words turned into wails.
“thats my girl”
his words started the hot pit of tightness in your stomach. you were close, too close. Eren continued, his cock rubbing by your clit, making you lose control. you felt the knot start to untangle, starting to grow drowsy.
You closed your eyes, clenching around him one more time as you came on his cock, feeling the fluids start to drip down your inner thighs and into the water. a white flash took over your eyes, all that pant up pleasure overtaking you.
eren didn't seem to be slowing down, continuing to thrust inside you. you turn your head back, your eyes still flashed with whiteness from your orgasm. your gaze has hazy, as you watch eren shut his eyes tight and his grip still on your body. his thrusts started to slow, skin to skin filling the cool air. he then growled your name feeling his fluids fill you up, as he started to slow down. He continued against you his movements now sloppy.
he finally stopped, then panting slowly. he let go of his grasp on you, exiting your cunt again. he leaned back beside you, cocking his head as he watched the fluids slide down your thighs. he licks his thumb, then bringing it to your inner thighs. you shiver, as you feel him bring the cum back up to your cunt, keeping his thumb there longer than usual.
"might be useful" he coos, as he gazes upon you. you smile and so did he as he let his finger go, throwing his arms over you and bringing you closer to him.
your head rested on his chest as his fingers drew circles on his back. you continued to pant, trying to catch your breath in his chest. he was warm, and you couldn't help but feel drowsy again.
"i'm sorry" you start, then drawing circles on his chest. Eren brought his hand back and cuffed your jaw so you looked up at him. he kissed you, more passionately this time as he just kept his hands on your jaw and no where else. you both smiled into the kiss, then he brought himself back and started to run his thumb against your cheek with care.
"No, i'm sorry" he responds, just staring down at you like that. you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, so old but so passionate. the old eren was still there, the sweet boy you've always loved. he would never hurt you, but love you. "lets not fight again, please"
you nodded, just staying in his arms a bit longer. it was ike that for a while, slowly closing your eyes as you almost started to fall asleep. They widened again, remembering the rest of the group could be home any moment. you reassured eren that you both had to clean up fast, him groaning that he was too tired.
"maybe if we clean up fast enough, i'll let you have your way with me again”
Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.
Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.
Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi
a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades….
𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~
Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time.
Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it.
100% a beach wedding. No doubt.
The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.
Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.
On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.
Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.
When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him……which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.
Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)
Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.
Armin isn’t a dancer but….he practiced how to slow dance just for you.
Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.
The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.
After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.
content: angst, obsessive behavior and mention of mental illness, implication of murder, character’s death.
word count: 1,2k
She was the sun, he was the moon. Winter to her summer, stars to her skies, bringing bright colors to her immaculate canvas, chasing the demons haunting her nights. A tale of innocence, in which two lost souls meet under the milky way — in a distant, far way place. Isn’t it pretty, the flame of love, flickering and shining bright in the darkest places ? Isn’t it lovely, the glow of purity, surrounding the both of them, powerful shield of the perfect little life they were sharing ?
She loves me, she loves me not. I pick the flower petals as I endlessly cry, floor drenched in a sea of tears. Fear, jealousy, anger — Devouring him alive, crushing his heart and preventing him from breathing, deprived of air and safety. Consumed by an insatiable pain, angel turning demon, mischievous thoughts filling his mind as he desperately tries to hold onto the thin string keeping him away from falling into the realm of insanity.
Was it all a lie ? Were did her sincerity go ? Was she really visiting her mother ? What takes her so long, why is she leaving him all alone by himself, at the mercy of his twister imagination ? She should have known, maybe it was all her fault, after all — She should have sworn she wasn’t doing anything wrong more often. She would have stayed by his side all the time, always in his sight, to soothe his sick heart and corrupted mind.
Each petal that has fallen seems like us, making my heart ache. He remembers that terrible night. Of course she left, the cruel serpent, venomous creature. She waited for him to go outside, and it was his mistake. He brought flowers, red and beautiful roses, the ones she loved so dearly, only to be met by an empty apartment, and the fear and anger rushing through his veins. Glass shattered, shards covering the floor as the cries he let out would give the stronger souls goosebumps.
That night, she was just late. She got home thirty minutes after because of the heavy traffic, far from what he initially thought. He didn’t scream, he didn’t show any sign if anger, arms wrapping around her waist, embracing her as he miserably stands there, valleys of tears digging into the cold skin of his cheeks. She knew what she got herself into the second he started to reveal himself fully, angel in disguise, adorning the mask of innocence. Yet, she couldn’t bear with the thought of leaving him and starts a new life — It has always been the both of them.
Why couldn’t he trust her ? Why would he always seem so suspicious, unable to understand her words, as if she was speaking a foreign language ? Something was wrong, but it didn’t have to be him — No, it couldn’t be him. She was too beautiful, too gentle, too caring and too nice. She had to have something to hide, a betrayal. Maybe she cheated on him : Of course, it had to be such an horrifying truth. No one, in this planet, can be so close to perfection without having to hide a dark side. I loved you but now I hate you, that’s the one reason no one can understand.
How can love turn into hatred ? How can passion turn into agony ? The more he saw her, the more he despised her. Avoiding her, never looking up, staying silent. Maybe, if he couldn’t handle to love her, he could hate her. Maybe it would be easier, maybe things are supposed to be this way. But why does it hurt when she’s not around anymore, crying in the bedroom and hopelessly begging for a glance, or a simple word ?
Pushing her away, hissing and threatening, her scent felt intoxicating, trying to kill him relentlessly, stabbing his heart and pulling the strings of his puppet-like body. She drove him insane, how couldn't she see that ? It had to be the purpose behind it all, pushing him over the edge, to flee away with an other. He was blind not to see through her little game all along.
The thought of her leaving with an other man made him sick, hands turning into fists and anger filling his entire body. No, she had to stay there. He couldn’t let her go away. I’m sorry for the painful times, I won’t lose you again. The countless words of love he had whispered, the promises he had broken, shattered and vanished. The solution was right here, right before his empty eyes for all this time. How could he be so clueless about something so clear and obvious ? Thanks God, she was still there, and he knows how to handle this terrible situation, heart swollen with relief and ghost of a smile stretching his lips.
She looks so peaceful, so beautiful with the light makeup and dress he made just for her, eyes drowning in his, standing still in the middle of the room. She was a sight — Peaceful, easing the pain, freeing him of all his fears. From now on, he was sure she will remain his until he gives his last breath. No one could get her away from him, and no man would ever touch this porcelain-skin of hers.
And now, let’s never grow apart. Carefully, as if he was holding the eighth wonder of this world, his grip tightens, slowly bringing the jar made of glass to his chest, heart beating smooth and calm. It’s a beautiful yet simple ornament, containing a crimson item on the inside, fascinating and confusing at the same time. Eyes half closed, his cheek resting on top of the jar, he hums softly, hugging in his arms, the lifeless heart of the only soul he has ever loved.
She was the most valuable item of his collection, doll made of flesh and blood, shimmering jewel to his crown. A white and innocent-looking pill was all it took for him to find peace, after all this time. The anger was gone, never did he feel so peaceful, eyes filled with admiration and fascination the work of his twisted mind.
CW: NSFW, biting, bleeding, rough sex, no protection, needy/soft levi
Reader Gender: Neutral! As long as you got a hole in the back, front, or both you’re good to go ☠️
a/n: this is a repost bc I’m pretty sure the first post had banned tags, so my apologiesss
NSFW below v
His lips looked so swollen, so puffy, so red, so eager for your mouth to return on his, devouring him, inch by inch. His jaw, held by your delicate fingers, squeezed his imperfect skin so hard, so rough, so cruel, that it squished and squeezed under your touch; and yet, his eyes still screamed for more. “Touch me,” he cried so sickeningly sweet, “touch me more.”
“That’s what you want?” your fingers now slowly sliding down to his neck, only slightly alleviating the pressure you released. Your back was arched, hovering over him, while his cute little mouth let out small huffs, and every so often, the skin from his chest softly, desperately, teased itself against yours as it rose and fell, lungs rising and collapsing.
He said nothing, eager to toy with you as much as you were with him, and so his rough, calloused fingers pushed inside your already lubed hole, fucking you with slender, hard digits.
You smiled at him, pulling yourself up so that all your weight rested on your knees. “My pretty boy learns so fast,” your hand ran back up his jaw, parting his lips, resting your thumb on his bottom canine, pushing into the sharpened tooth; you began to bleed as his fingers pushed deeper, and deeper inside you. “You’re working so hard for it, aren’t you? My pretty baby.”
This time, he exhaled as a response, slowly sliding his tightened fingers above and below the tip of his penis. Above, and below, above and below, above and below; Again, and again. “You’re so,” Levi spoke, your heartbeats beginning to sync, breathing becoming so harsh it started to hurt your lungs, and with a heavy puff, he finished his sentence. “You’re so beautiful.”
His comment sent electricity throughout your body, a heat twinging within, and with that, you lost control of your emotions; quickly pushing his hand down the base of his cock, placing your hand atop his own, and then sliding down onto him, the two of you were now connected. He groaned, slightly whining as his normally deep voice jumped a pitch from the surprise; you felt him harden even more inside you, blood rushing, veins emerging. Up then down, up then down, up then down, the cycle repeats, and with each slap against one another’s skin, both of you began to look so lost; so dazed.
“Fuck me, Levi.” you commanded, biting down into the boy’s shoulder, and rapidly, he began to violently thrust his entire length into your tight, unyielding embrace; you watched as his muscles strained and contracted, body shaking under you, sweat dripping down his scarred skin.
Levi grunted again, then muttered, “I am.” and continued his quickened pace. “I’m going to, going to cum…”
“Then, cum.” you panted, grinding into his thrusts, moving your lower half in smooth rhythms. “Cum for me, pretty boy.” you whispered, using your wet tongue to lick a line up the edge of his ear. “I’m close too.”
Your breath on his ear made him sigh, and suddenly, his arms gripped your ass with strength like no other; ruthlessly pounding and grinding into you, shooting his seed deep, letting his fluids mix with your own; for a germaphobe like him, this act was the most sincere, dirty way for him to devote himself to you.
Soon after, you hit your high too, watching as his distraught form tried to regain his composure, heaving and huffing underneath your body, playing with your sensitive region in order to help.
And once you did, you flopped ontop of his sturdy form; your warm skin touched, mixing each others sweat, just before you murmured a soft, “I love you, Levi.”
His hand came to the top of your head as you leaned flat against his chest, petting and smoothing down your tousled hair. “I love you too.”
